Now that checkered flag (and rain) has fallen on another, umm, interesting race at Nashville, a couple of My Name Is IRL regulars have weighed in with their opinions of the events. While they had different experiences (one of the two was not present on Sunday) they both agree on the smoke-filled bathrooms, leaky bleachers, and LOTS of drunken fools.

I picked a patch of concrete floor and cinder block wall and settled in. Then I discovered that I had picked the wrong location to quietly wait out the rain. To my right were two ladies from Indianapolis, we’ll call them “Terry” and “Pat”, who were quite the talkers! I got the impression that they attend as many IRL races as possible. And I quickly realized they felt as if they knew more about it all than I did. Or the whole room combined, for that matter. I just listened for the most part. I learned that "Pat" has a fascination with team owner and former/sometimes driver, Eddie Cheever, Jr., and she buys him Rachel’s potato chips whenever possible. I think I even heard her blame him for her Red Bull habit (Red Bull is a former Cheever Racing sponsor). (MORE)

Nashville Speedway is basically just one, huge grandstand that faces the front stretch of the track and for some curious reason they built up instead of around the facility which meant that we got to climb 67 rows into the sky on tiny aisles that seemed better suited as kill chutes in a slaughterhouse rather than foot traffic lanes in a large facility like this. Finally we did reach our seats, with afforded a decent view of the entire track and were treated to the usual intros, anthem, invocation and then fly over. During the fly over I noticed that the planes themselves were very, very low, even for an Amerigasm fly over type event, and soon I knew why that was because pretty much as soon as the jet wash had passed, huge, ice cold water pellets began to fall from the sky. (MORE)

Thanks for the linkage Jeff. Great write up and attitude Jennifer. I think it took me until Monday sometime to find *some* humor about the whole thing but at least I eventually did. Oh well, it makes for good stories if nothing else.